Lately I’ve been struggling with the concept of memory. Or, I guess the lack of it, the blurriness of it, the impreciseness of it. And the guilt that comes bundled up in that. I don’t remember anything clearly, it’s all muddled together in one big mass, with what seems like entire years getting sifted out, or built over, by other years, other moments.… Read More

Probably the weirdest part about being part of a civilization is that we just keep improving on the way we do everything without ever really evaluating those improvements. Maybe that’s why we’re constantly sort of wondering if prehistoric times were purer and better.… Read More